To her horror and further shame, a completely different set of elderly women arrived to clean up after us today. Catherine had to go through a second ...et of interrogations wearing a blue and white ruffled thong with matching strapless string bandeau. I didn’t know if the older women not even asking about her state of undress furthered or lessoned her embarrassment.“Don’t forget today is wash day for the lab coats.” I reminded Cat after the ladies left, completely ignoring the dried salt stains. I didn't even have a number for Carlie since she moved. Sally was so glad to hear from me. She asked about the business and I told her it went well. I asked her about Carlie and how the divorce was coming along. She hesitated before telling me that the divorce was final two days before. I asked her for Carlie's phone number. She said she wasn't allowed to give it to me, but she would call Carlie and let her know I was back in town. I thanked her and she wished me, "Good luck."I wasn't quite. He uncuffed her hands and she pounced on him, causing him to fall back on the bed. She kissed on his neck and grabbed his hand, guiding it down to her wet hole. He rubbed his hand back and forth across her clit, as she ran hers against his softening cock. She clicked her tongue at him and grinned before rotating to straddle his face. She sat up straight as he opened his mouth and she grinded against his tongue. After a few moments, she leaned forward and took his limp dick in one hand. She ran. Being stupid enough to be caught with the evidence, to give Brad the lever over him. Submitting to the cock cage. And now sitting there practically drooling at her, hoping Brad would let him fuck her. She hoped Brad wouldn't. She couldn't stand Peter's tiny cock any more, being inside her. The cock of a useless weakling. A loser's cock. But if Brad ordered her to, she would. She knew that. She would do anything for Brad. Partly because she had to. Partly because, now, she wanted to. Peter tore.